Monday was washday at Annie Holder's house. In fact Monday was washday everywhere in the Yorkshire mining village I lived in. Most families had washing machines in 1981.
Annie didn't. She still washed her underwear, slips and pillowcases in a low, shallow Belfast sink in her washhouse outbuilding using hot water heated in a copper with a fire underneath.
The washing was rinsed with jugs of water from the copper with a final dip in the copper itself before she wrung her things out and hung them up to dry. The remaining water in the copper was then discarded.
That is until I started visiting on Mondays.
That first Monday I saw my underpants hung in the window for the first time. I knew that meant that I had to be at Annie's for four 'o' clock and no later. At a few minutes before four, quite breathless from a fast walk from college and dropping off my bag at home, I pushed the door open and stepped into Annie's hallway.
I took my clothes of, folding them neatly by the door and waited, unsure whether to be standing up straight or not. I decided to. I looked down at my genitals. My penis was almost erect.
I suspected that this evening was going to mean a lot of pain and humiliation. Despite that, or maybe a little bit because of it, endorphins were surging around my body and making me both scared and excited at what Annie had in store for me.
"Get in here!" boomed the voice of Eddie Hall through the door. I opened it and walked through into Annie's living room. Annie wasn't there. "Follow me and be quick!" ordered Eddie and set of through the kitchen and out of the back door.
We walked round to the outbuildings and into Annie's washroom. It was a small room with bare brick walls, a few wooden shelves, the Belfast sink at a low level under the only, tiny, window and the copper in the corner with a chimney chute also built in brick.
The room was warm because a fire had been lit in the early morning to heat up the copper. Although it had died down significantly now, embers still glowed. I suspected that Annie had put an extra shovel of coal on it mid morning to keep it burning.
The room was around 7 feet long by five feet wide. A bit cramped for three of us perhaps until Annie's first order made sense of it. " Get in the sink and on your knees facing me!"
I climbed into the shallow sink that was three feet long, two feet wide and five inches deep. "Spread your knees wide and put your hands behind your head." Ordered Annie. As I shuffled myself into position she pulled over a small stool and sat on it in front of me putting her head at my chest level.
She reached forward and grabbed my penis firmly, feeling it hardening simply by her first touch. She pushed back my foreskin violently, making me wince. " Foreskin always pulled back!" She scolded me. "Don't let me ever have to tell you that again."
She held up her hand and Eddie handed her a very dirty, metal pair of hair clippers, undoubtedly the ones the used to use on his dog. They were speckled with rust and covered in a surface layer of grime.
"Keep still and don't fidget!" Warned Annie, "Or this will hurt more." With that warning she began to pull at my pubes with her left hand while clipping away with her right.
This was more successful than I feared looking at the condition of the clippers and although hairs were being pulled out painfully every time she pulled the clippers away, large balls of pubic hair were also falling into the sink. I was being shorn, slowly and uncomfortably.
She tugged my penis left ten right down then up as she clipped around the base of it, sometimes producing sharp pinches as the clippers caught my tender flesh. I winced a few times. She clicked her tongue and said, "Don't be such a baby."
As she cut away the last of my pubes to stubble, Eddie was sharpening a cutthroat razor on a strop, hung on the back of the wooden door. When he was satisfied with the blade he placed it on the draining side of the sink.
Annie put down the clippers and got up from the stool to stretch and walk back to the kitchen. Eddie stared at my penis, now looking more prominent without its full bush surroundings. He filled the jug from the copper. "Smell that, boy!" He said as he wafted the jug under my nose. It smelled musty, almost like yeast. It was murky and not clear.
"You're sharing the water Mrs. Holder has washed her pissy knickers in! Lucky boy!" He laughed.
Annie returned with a plastic bottle of Fairy Liquid washing up detergent, a dirty grey wood and bristle scrubbing brush, a tin of Vim cleaning powder and a un-labelled brown bottle. She placed them on the wooden drainer beside the sink. Suddenly my mouth was dry and I was a lot more apprehensive.
Before sitting down, Annie took the jug of water that Eddie had filled and tipped half of it over my genitals, following it up by squirting Fairy liquid at the base of my penis.
She set to work smearing the liquid around my cropped pubic area, then soaped up my penis, the feel of her hand and the soapy liquid making me hard almost instantly.
She took the razor from Eddie and deftly shaved away my pubic stubble, dipping the razor in another full jug of the water from the copper to clean it. I was more than a little scared and apprehensive as she wielded the razor s close to my penis and balls. She manhandled my penis from side to side, up and down again to shave every last trace of hair from around my groin then set to work on my sac.
Her wrinkled, bony fingers moved my balls around as she concentrated on shaving me. Her upward strokes frightened me as the razor's edge flashed close to the hard flesh of my penis.
When she was satisfied she rinsed with the jug followed by another, filled from the copper, then nicked off stray hairs. My penis was still erect much to Eddie's amusement. "I think he's enjoyed that a bit too much Mrs. Holder." He laughed.
Annie replied, "It's not for his benefit though is it? It's to suit me." She cackled and added, I bet he'll not enjoy the next bit though!" She put the razor down carefully closing it up and picked up the Vim.
She shook the Vim over my groin, liberally coating my penis and balls with the light blue powder. I braced myself expecting it to sting but aside from a mild tingle on my glans there was no pain until it found its way into a few tiny cuts from the razor.
She put down the Vim and picked up the scrubbing brush. Holding my penis in her left hand she began to scrub around it and across my sac. It scratched and dragged as the bristles scraped across my hairless skin. She held my penis in the flat of her hand and scrubbed across it furiously.
The pain in my shaft was harsh but when the bristles dug in and raked their way across my glans I gasped and cried out. It felt as though it was being flayed. She saw my reaction and smirked, repeating the scrubbing motion over and over, transferring her attention onto my shaft and balls then back onto the head of my cock.
I winced and gasped, trying desperately not to cry out. I wasn't entirely successful, much to Annie's amusement and Eddie's positive delight. The scrubbing continued, the Vim lathering up and beginning to burn as it was scrubbed into scratches on my shaft and sac.
The harsh, brutal treatment of my glans, however, was what was threatening to send me over the edge. Every time Annie drew the brush across it, I gritted my teeth and fought the urge to scream, which encouraged her to do it more.
I sweated and gaped open mouthed as the scrubbing continued relentlessly. Eddie watched transfixed, silent for once and quite obviously enjoying it. Annie pursed her lips and scrubbed with gusto, fully aware of the frightful agony she was causing.
